Steer clear of smug Facebook updates

The Ordinary Lovely: Steer clear of smug Facebook updates

We've had the best couple of weeks. The sun shone, we visited family, went out with friends, the boys started to show signs of going beyond tolerating each other and venturing in to actual liking each other territory, I finally got on top of all my blog work and other writing projects, Paul and I popped to the pub for a child-free lunch, and I managed to read two whole magazines without any interruptions or needing to move the laundry from the washing machine to the tumble dryer. I even went so far as to post a smug Facebook update along the lines of being on top of life for once. That was my undoing, wasn't it? And so it all began to unravel.

First, came the rain, and do I feel like a prize idiot for being tricked in to thinking summer had started?! Back in the wardrobe the shorts and sandals went and out came the mac, only for me to discover it was covered in slobber from when I wore it this time last year and my littlest was going through a chew-anything-I'm-teething phase.

Secondly, I discovered that no matter what it says on the box, non-drowsy hay fever tablets do not exist. They don't. They really, really don't. I've tried them all. It's a myth, believe me. Just as I was on the verge of demanding blood tests to identify the cause of my unbelievably lethargic state, I stopped taking my "non-drowsy" (and yes, I'm totally using those speech marks in a sarcastic manner) tablets for a day and felt remarkably energetic and in no need of a three hour post-lunch nap. I took them again the following day, and wouldn't you know it, zombified. So now I play a daily game of a warped kind of heads or tails. Heads, I take the medicine and am no use to anyone for half a day or tails, I don't take the medicine and spend all day coughing, sneezing, wheezing and rubbing my eyes. Birch trees, I'm no longer sure your beauty outweighs the pain your pollen causes me!

And now my poor, unable-to-sit-still-for-a-second five year old has taken ill, taken to the sofa, and taken to shouting 'mama' every minute. As a result, my once empty to-do list has started to fill up again, and the boys are back to tolerating each other as they're housebound, bored, and barely able to agree on anything, even life-changing matters such as who would win in a fight, Master Shifu or Splinter (if you don't know who either of those are, I want to be you)?

As for the rest of this week, I'm waiting for my coffee machine to blow up and for the bakeries of North Wales to cease trading. 

Big lesson learnt. Feeling on top of life is fantastic but inevitably rather fleeting. And no good can ever come from smug Facebook status updates.